Then he turned the screen toward her. "This work?"
April read the list. The parameters she’d just handed him. She nodded.
"Good." Jax cracked his knuckles. "Let's build it."
He wasn't bouncing between monitors anymore, just sitting there, focused, typing while she watched.
"Kale lunch first," he said. "Already locked him out of the snack room, so that's done. What else?"
"His Outlook signature?"
Jax's fingers flew.
CHAD STERLING - VP OF MARKETING (Sent from my tiny car)
April made a sound that might have been a laugh, might have been a sob.
"Autocorrect next," Jax said, already typing.
"Team" becomes "Clown troupe"
"Campaign" becomes "Clown-paign"
"Regards" becomes "Regretfully"
"Per my last email" becomes "Per my last HONK"
April stared. "This is... ridiculous."
"That's the point," Jax said. "Mean leaves bruises. Inconvenient tuesday leaves memories."
He pulled up Chad's calendar and created a private hold.
APOLOGY PRACTICE (PRIVATE)
This item was created by Training Bot and cannot be removed.
April covered her mouth.
"One more," Jax said, fingers still moving. "Auto-forward his sent mail to himself. Every email he sends, he gets a copy. Instant. All day."
April blinked. "Won't he just—"
"Can't turn it off without admin access." Jax grinned. "Which I'm revoking in about thirty seconds."
Then his typing paused. "What about his direct deposit? Just a small reroute. He wouldn't even notice for a few days—"
"Jax."
"It's reversible—"
"No financial damage," April said firmly. "That was the rule."
Jax deleted whatever he'd been typing. "Worth a shot."
He turned the screen toward her again. The full list of pranks. Every reversible humiliation.
"Approval?" Jax asked.
